{Hello my amazing GaLe shippers! I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter, and please favorite/follow and comment to show the love!

I got a question from: levy cheney:That was adorable and out of curiosity, if levy ate shrimp would that make her a cannibal? gihi thanks for the update.

I would say...yes, yes it would make Levy a cannibal:3 What do the rest of you guys think?

Let me know in the comments!

Okay! Now let's get to the story!}

-Levy-

After the guys had settled down, Makarov, now very bruised, sat down in a chair on the other side of the bedroom. Levy was much too weak to leave the room just yet, as she had lost an incredible amount of blood. It's a wonder that she didn't die from such injuries. The bookworm wasn't exactly sure how long she had been out, but from clues that came from the hybrid and old man, she was guessing that it was a normal nightly nap.

"May I ask how long I was asleep?" the little woman asked, glancing between each male.

"A little over a week, my dear. Your loss of blood and severe injuries caused your body to shut down and go into a small coma. I'm truly surprised that you are awake already," he admitted.

"Yea. Tha old fairy thought thatcha were gonna be out for at least a month. But I ain't complainin'," Gajeel added in.

Levy gaped at the both of them, shocked beyond belief. She had assumed that she had been asleep for a couple of days at the most, but over a week? Still, she shouldn't be all that surprised. Jet and Droy had injured her pretty severely after all.

"Oh..." She didn't know what to say to that.

Suddenly, Makarov gave Levy a pointed and stern look, which confused the little bookworm. "Young lady, we have quite a few things to discuss."

She became increasingly nervous. "Oh? What about?"

"I know who you are, Levy. You actually have no idea as to how lucky you truly are. You see, I had sent spies to join Shadow Gear over a year ago in order to gain top secret information. The main component that we were after was the identity of Shadow Gear's leader. To be honest with you, I assumed ahead of time that the leader would be a tall, scary, horrible and disgusting looking man, much like Gajeel," he explained.

"Oi! Whatcha tryin' ta say ya wrinkled up prune!" the hybrid yelled out, obviously insulted with the old man's words.

However, Levy was too frightened and nervous to notice. She was afraid that her chances at starting a new and better life had been wiped away for good.

Makarov then cleared his throat. "Anyways, we were all shocked to discover that the mastermind behind the thievery operation was but a mere girl, not even a fully grown woman at that. At first, we didn't know what to do really. It seemed as if you were simply a corrupted child who found stealing and murdering a sort of...play time. So, we merely observed for a month or so. Afterwards, I had rounded my spies together in order to reveal to them my plan of capturing you. But...when my spies returned, they were shocked to find Shadow Gear in total distress. It seemed that the leader had vanished, and right under our noses as well. We tried tracking you down, but it was as if you had disappeared off of the face of this Earth. And then now, I find you again, but with a different name. I come to find by, erm, accident, that you apparently are closely connected to a boy whom I see as one of my own grandchildren. Now, I can't take away the one component that will bring him true happiness, can I?"

The young woman gulped, not knowing what the little fairy man would do. Gajeel was somewhat leaning over Levy, as a sort of protective stance.

"Just remember this, Levy McGarden, or should I say, Delea Lunaster. You are a very lucky girl indeed," Makarov told her softly.

"Delea Lunaster?" Gajeel questioned.

The blunette nodded. "Uh, yea. It's a fake name that I used while I was the leader of Shadow Gear. Even though I never participated in any hands on activities, I still wanted to keep a low profile in case something...such as what actually occurred, happened."

The old man smiled. "You are a very intelligent child. You had no excuse for creating what you had created, but I must say, you even outsmarted a three thousand year old fairy. And for that, I must say well done."

"Three thousand?!" Levy shrieked out.

"Gihi. I ain't kiddin' when I call him an old fairy man," the dragon hybrid chuckled out.

The old man huffed. "You really aren't all that young, Gajeel. Aren't you turning two hundred and forty three next week?"

She gasped, glancing up at Gajeel with shock. "Your two hundred and forty three?!"

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm two hundred and forty two. I won't be that other age until...well, next week," he replied back rather idiotically.

The little bookworm cringed. "I'm only seventeen! Don't you think that's kinda weird?"

I have a crush on a guy who probably knew my triple great grandfather's grandfather...what's wrong with me?!

"Gihi. Don't worry shrimp. I'm only around nineteen or twenty in human years. Dragons live for thousands of years," he revealed to her.

This statement caused the little bookworm to become rather curious. If she only lived to be eighty or nintey, then what would he do without her for the next who knows how many years?

"But I don't live that long, Gajeel. How does that work?" she asked.

However, the little bookworm instantly regretted asking the question. Makarov paled and his eyes widened greatly, beads of sweat dripping down his face. Gajeel, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. His red eyes darkened into more of a crimson red color, and a feral yet lust-like smirk appeared on his face. He stared at Levy with those darkened, beastly eyes.

"Erm...I'm going to go and..um, get a few kiwis for...Pantherlily..." Makarov trailed off, making a run for the door.

Levy was actually incredibly surprised at the man's speed. She would have never guessed that a man as old as him could run so fast. But her mind wasn't particularly on that matter, but more on the matter of the beastly man that was smirking almost menacingly down at her.

"Do ya really wanna know how that works Shrimp?"

Despite her inner mind screaming at her to attempt at backing away from the hybrid, her curiosity got the better of her.

She nodded. "Yes, I do."

Chuckling, he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, leaving kisses on the spot every now and then. "It starts with this area of yer neck."

He began to lap at it with his long, nearly reptilian-like tongue. "I clean the area with my saliva. Don't want ya gettin' any unwanted infections Shrimp."

Levy couldn't help herself at this rate. Her movements had gone completely slack, enjoying the new-found pleasure that this hybrid was giving her. A soft moan escaped from her mouth accidentally, causing the blunette to blush madly. The hybrid chuckled against her skin, causing a strange yet wonderful vibration feeling to flow around her entire body.

Suddenly, he removed his lips and tongue from her neck, causing Levy to groan in protest. He merely chuckled at her, leaning in towards her face, their lips now only a few centimeters apart.

"And then...I take a break an' kiss those beautiful plump lips of yers," he purred out, meeting her lips with his own.

He kissed her gently, sensing that no other man had ever laid claim to these lips before. He would be the first...and the last, to kiss the little blushing bookworm underneath him. She moaned, enjoying the fact that he was so gentle with her, not roughly massaging her lips in a type of kiss she found personally unsuitable as a first.

After a few moments, he parted the kiss, allowing the both of them to gulp in needed air.

He smirked down at her, returning his face to the crook of her neck. Lapping at her neck for a second or two, he then proceeded to press his fangs against her neck very gently, barely scraping them against her neck. "And now, the final step. I bite down and turn ya into one of me."

Levy suddenly gasped, knowing that she wasn't quite ready for that. "Wait! Gajeel, don't-"

The young woman was cut off suddenly by a sheer pain coursing throughout her body. Its source, a pair of fangs that were deeply imbedded into her neck. Gajeel had marked her, allowing her to age as slow as a dragon, allowing her...to become a dragon.

You idiot! I don't want this yet, Gajeel! I don't want this!